Andrea/Sharon (6)

Earrings

Rusty dropped his pencil on the floor and it rolled under the sofa. He almost let it stay there, but he quickly realized he didn't have another one close by. And being like any other teenager, he didn't want to get up and walk all the way to his bedroom when he could just bend down and pick up the pencil that was right under him.

He groaned as he put his textbook to the side and got on his knees, looking under the sofa. He couldn't see anything, so instead he used his hand to blindly search. Something scratched his hand as he was pulling the pencil out.

"What the hell?!" he murmured.

"Language," he heard Sharon say from her desk, where she was working on some paperwork.

Rusty rolled his eyes to himself and pulled out whatever it was that had scraped against his hand. It was a gold earring he'd never seen before. Rusty quickly picked up his pencil and sat back on the sofa, throwing his feet up on the coffee table.

"Hey, Sharon."

"Hmmm," Sharon hummed, not looking up from what she was working on.

"Is this yours?" he asked, holding it up.

Sharon looked up quickly and then shook her head. "No, I don't believe so."

"I found it under the sofa," he told her.

Realization crossed her eyes, but he couldn't figure out what she was thinking. She also quickly schooled her features and stood, walking to him. "Let me see," she said and he placed it in her opened palm. "Hmmm. I don't think I've seen this before. Maybe it belongs to my daughter."

Rusty knew it didn't belong to her. Her kids hadn't been to the condo since he arrived, and Sharon had cleaned under the sofa many times since. He didn't call her out on it. He only smirked a little to himself as she brought the earring back to her desk, placing it next to her cell phone.

It had been a week since that evening when he saw the earring again. Rusty knocked on Sharon's office door after getting there from school; she was talking to DDA Hobbs. Andrea got up from her seat, ready to leave. He was just about to turn to Sharon when his eyes caught the familiar gold earrings Andrea was wearing.

"Nice earrings," he said.

Andrea reached to her ear out of instinct, touching one of the earrings she was wearing. "Thanks. They were my mother's. I thought I lost them while I was out on a date the other night, but luckily I hadn't." She smiled at him and then turned to Sharon, who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat. "I'll send you those forms you asked for."

Sharon hummed and nodded her head as Andrea left. When alone, Rusty smirked at Sharon, taking one of the seats. "I guess you found out whose earring it was."

Power Outage

"For fuck's sake," Andrea groaned as the power flickered off again. "This is getting ridiculous."

Sharon pulled herself from the pool and picked up her towel from the chair as she walked into Andrea's house, drying herself on the way in. "It's going to be happening all day. You should just come outside and get in the pool. It's too hot for you to be trying to work on things."

Andrea groaned again, her eyes moving up and down Sharon's body. She looked good in her swimsuit, and Andrea really didn't want to be sitting in her hot house when she could be outside with Sharon, trying to stay cool. There also wasn't much she could do without her internet.

"Just until the power comes back on," she told Sharon, smiling as she stood from the desk. "I'll have to get changed first."

Sharon smirked and took Andrea's hand. "No you don't," she said and pulled her outside. The sun beamed down on them, hot and bright. "You won't be needing any clothes," she said as she dropped her towel and turned around.

"I won't?" Andrea asked with amusement in her voice. Sharon shook her head as she sat down on the edge of the pool and then slipped into the water. "So what will I be needing?"

Sharon smirked, watching Andrea as she pulled her shirt over her head. "Not a thing," she answered, reaching behind her to untie her swimsuit. "But you might want to hurry up and get in," she told her she turned away from Andrea and let her top fall off her.

Andrea didn't have to be told twice. The devious smirk that was thrown over Sharon's shoulder was all she needed to rush at getting the rest of her clothes off.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Sharon uncrossed her legs as she sat up. "It's getting late," she told Andrea. She could see the quick flash of disappointment move through her eyes. She was almost as good as Sharon at hiding things like that. But Sharon still saw it, despite Andrea's attempt to hide it.

"Uhm. You're right," Andrea said as she placed her empty wine glass on the coffee table.

"I really enjoyed myself tonight." It had been the fifth date. They cooked dinner together and watched a movie. They both enjoyed the arts and had spent their first few dates at shows and an art gallery once. But simply having dinner over a movie was a great date after a long week.

"As did I," Andrea smiled. "We should do this again," she suggested as she stood from the sofa.

"I'd like that. The next time Rusty's staying with a friend, perhaps." Sharon stood as well, pulling her dress down and smoothing it out. "You can come over and I'll teach you how to make something this time. Hm?"

"Sounds like a plan," Andrea said as she walked Sharon to the door. She was opening the closet door to retrieve Sharon's jacket, but Sharon put a hand on her hip, stopping her. Andrea turned, instantly wrapping her arms around Sharon's waist as the other woman came closer to her.

"Thanks for tonight," Sharon whispered as she smiled.

Andrea responded with a smile that stayed on her lips as she pressed them to Sharon's. She could feel Sharon's smile grow before their lips brushed against each other. Sharon's lips were soft and tasted like the cinnamon from the dessert they made. Andrea hummed softly and lightly sucked Sharon's bottom lip into her mouth, making Sharon pull her closer to her. Andrea loved the way Sharon kissed her. Ever since their first date she had this way of putting so much passion into something so small.

Sharon pulled back from the kiss, resting her forehead against Andrea's. Andrea opened her eyes and Sharon gazed into them. She leaned forward and pecked her lips, a small almost-giggle coming from her throat. There was something about Andrea that made her feel like she was floating over water when she was with her. She enjoyed the rush of emotions that moved through her.

"I don't want you to go," Andrea admitted.

"I was hoping you'd say that," Sharon whispered before bringing their lips back together.

Third Date

"Do you want to come up? Maybe for a glass of wine or something?" Sharon asked Andrea as she waited for the elevator. Andrea had walked her in after they spent the night out dancing and having dinner by the shore.

Andrea wanted to. She really, really, really wanted to go up with Sharon. She wanted to go up so badly that she was sure Sharon could read in her eyes the main reason she wanted to go upstairs with her. But Andrea was under the impression that Sharon wanted to wait before their relationship became more physical than it already had. A glass of wine couldn't be a bad idea, though, right?!

"Sure, I'd love to," she said with a half-smile.

When they're in the condo, a glass of wine in each of their hands, Sharon led Andrea into the living room. She put on some classical music and then sat beside Andrea on the sofa, her legs crossed and her arm propped up on the back of the sofa as her hand cradled her head. Sharon smiled at Andrea before she sipped her wine and placed it down.

"Tonight was lovely," said Sharon.

Andrea nodded her agreement. "You're quite the dancer," she complimented, remembering the way Sharon had complete control of her body while they were dancing.

Sharon hummed a response as she reached forward and brushed Andrea's hair to the side. Andrea leaned forward on instinct, and soon their lips were touching. Andrea was never surprised that Sharon was such an amazing kisser. Her tongue swept across her bottom lip, making it tingle before she sucked it into her warm mouth. Andrea placed her glass down and caressed Sharon's jaw as she deepened the kiss. When Sharon's tongue pressed between her lips, seeking entrance, she gave it to her. A soft hum formed in her throat at the first contact of their tongues.

When Andrea's hand landed on Sharon's thigh, caressing right under the hem of her skirt, Sharon pulled away from the kiss with a deep groan. "How about we bring this to the bedroom?" Sharon asked against her lips, her voice barely over a whisper.

Through kisses, Andrea said: "Thought you wanted to wait."

Sharon smiled against Andrea's mouth, curling her hand against Andrea's neck. "We did," she told her. "This was our third date."

Andrea didn't catch on at first. "Third date rule," she said as Sharon pulled her up so they were standing, still kissing her. "You and your rules," she laughed. Sharon only smiled as she pulled away and led her to the bedroom.

Music

Andrea walks into the living room wearing the silk robe she found in Sharon's bedroom. Sharon's rocking back and forth, a glass of wine in her hand and Harlem Nocturne by Illinois Jacquet playing. Sharon's wearing nothing more than a t-shirt, leaving her long legs free.

Andrea smiles to herself as she slowly walks over to Sharon, surprising the auburn-haired woman by wrapping her arms around her waist. Andrea nuzzles into her neck, kissing it slowly. Sharon melts into her body and begins to rock Andrea with her, the only sound in the condo being the music that vibrates through them both.

Andrea likes this. She feels a sense of home as she sways with her girlfriend, holding her closely to her as the saxophone plays beautiful music and Sharon hums along to it. She places another kiss to her neck and Sharon turns, her eyes bright with joy. Andrea smiles at her before Sharon puts her glass down and turns to her fully. They wrap their arms around each other and sway together, dancing in the living room as the music plays. And for a moment they simply enjoy each other.

Do you regret it?

Andrea turned and faced Sharon, who was buttoning her blazer. Andrea licked her lips and let out a slow breath. "Do you regret it?" she asked cautiously.

Sharon turned to face Andrea, a small smile lifting on her lips.

"Yes," she hissed as her head rolled back, hitting the door again. "Just like that."

Andrea chuckled against her neck, pushing her fingers in harder, deeper. She scissored her two fingers as Sharon gasped and moaned. Sharon was trying to stay quiet, but Andrea was making it hard for her. Just when Andrea would slow down, giving Sharon the chance to breathe, she would push in roughly, making Sharon curse under her breath and clench tightly around her fingers.

"Andrea," she moaned, pushing her hips forward. "I need more."

Andrea rubbed her palm against Sharon's swollen clit. "That feel good?" Andrea husked, her fingers playing inside her as well.

"Mmhmm," Sharon moaned. Her eyes fluttered and shut as Andrea slid her free hand back under her shirt to roll her nipple between two fingers, squeezing it tightly.

"I want you to come for me," Andrea whispered in her ear before nibbling against it.

Sharon felt the heat consuming her, the pleasure igniting every nerve ending. Sharon wanted that release as well. She wanted it so badly. She pushed her hips down, grinding against Andrea's hand, biting her lip to try to keep her moans in. She felt the first shudder move through her and moaned Andrea's name a bit too loudly. Andrea came to her mouth, swallowing her moans as she came around her fingers, her muscles finally releasing.

"Of course not," Sharon whispered as she leaned forward to press a kiss to her girlfriend's lips. Even though she always said no to sex in either of their place of work, she couldn't regret it – Andrea was far too good to her body.